The form of this Poem is a Triolet. See if you
can see and feel it's rhythm. It is a prompt from
the NaPoWriMo.net website. It goes likes this.
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THE SHELTERING BREATH
Nestled into the sheltering breath
Of how the days find rest in each other
In the alone shallow of the hardness of death
Nestled into the sheltering breath
Of warp and weave on life's eternal weft
In remembrance of the being held by other
Nestled into the sheltering breath
Of how the days find rest in each other
copyright. jeanne Adwani

Days slip into each other
Like they are liquid, viscus
Even a little rubbery, stretchy
We presumed them to be different
Because the calendar says that's so
Only.
Days keep slipping into each other
A strive to make them different
make them defined from what was yesterdays
breakfast, a different route for that
dog walk, shift feeding the animals first
making coffee the priority, showering in
the afternoon instead of after morning chores
Connecting with friends in the middle of
the day, sitting around in wonder of this
time that has no time stamp.
Because
These days, they keep slipping into forgetting
Slipping away from the predictable
Slipping away from the rituals,
Slipping away from the define productivity
of the familiar that now must flow into change
We
Are Slipping from the ways that demand that of us
Not because it's a slippery slope or that
we might slip on our asses and make us the fool
No, this slip and slide routine is the order of
these new days, a pandemic reprograming to release
the old, the uselessness, the unimportant habits that
Must
Be slipped into like a tight woven chrysalis
So that when we melt, dissolve from our old self
we morph into our new self resolved, renewed
We push, we crack, we hurt, we scream, we weep
and are re-birthed in a new paradigm of renewal
We slip into the arms of this unknown and
become fully realized in the only Truth
Love
copyright. jeanne adwani

Conspiracy is an abundant playground
Endlessly resourced in cursory checks
and deep dives into a plethora of Global
storytelling and galactic superlatives
Full of truths and fictions quivering to
fill the belly of our hungry need to know,
to find, to be assured that something,
anything might make sense out of the senseless
Isn't it all a tease at our sensibilities?
Every bit of complaint and justifiable
a wiggling finger at our ridiculousness, at
our flagrant act of exaggeration gone rogue
Maybe at our simple desire to find a normal
in the clearly 'who the hell knows that anyway"
You're making it up as you go along aren't you?
You're creative like that in the 8 Billion of us
Making it up as the filters to your thinking
stretch and contract like water to ice
And then it all melts to a puddle at your feet
And what does it all matter anyway what your mind
conspires to when all around us is a puddle that
Is now an ocean and so many are drowning?
Drowning in the Storylines that hold us ransom
to partial truths and late night boozing.
Tossed into a murky sea of fake news and questionable
fact finding that someone can not wait to tag you in
FaceBook perfect and you're it, I promise
Gather you to the bosom of their brilliance
Offer you the cult tee-shirt and the promise that
you are part of absolute clarity supremely
You gave your Sovereignty away for what price?
Conspiracy . . . Sign me up please and thank you
COPyright. jeanne adwani

Do you pour yourself into a cup, a pool, an ocean Do you pour yourself into a bowl, a pond, a sea Do you dive deep, swim the shallows, go float Do you go in dressed up, or go in naked Is there a nature to how you enter in The way life pulls at your breath The way you decided to do life Can you breathe under- water ~~~~~ What suffi cates your Being ~~~~ Stillness won't drown you There are messages in the Vast waterway of your Being-ness * Drink from the Chalice of your soul

I had no good byes for you just your name on my altar
Our reckoning happened long ago with so much pain
It was a hard forgiveness in the way-back-then
That came easy once my heart gave to that spaciousness
And compassion paid my soul a visit asking for everything
There could be nothing less than that full surrender
Nothing less that a complete turn to Love no matter what
I leaned fully into those tender arms of absolution
Betraying expectations desire to have to have it returned
To have to make an equal exchange of emotional fairness
Covered with all Sunny sparkle and pop-up love emojis
I did it for me on behalf of a deeper love that rose
in the giving, in the let go, in the instant of full clarity
Like the Sun came and burned my insides clean of that hurt
An unexpected Phoenix rising from the death of a long ago
Child wound dissolving away in the ocean of my heart
That vastness makes me quake and wonder of this truth
Beating gently in the center of my chest, a steady pulse
A'Yes' set free in the never have to go around again
I will alway remember you. You were my first paradox Rest in peace
copyright. jeanne adwani

In the quiet is when I hear myself
The steady beat of my heart
the echo crackling pulse in my ear
The questions my skin asks of me
like...
When will you rub cream on me?
Why haven't you let me feel the wind today?
I hear the Sun calling to me
Will you take your face to greet him?
The quiet doesn't sneak up on me
She doesn't really do anything overt
Or show any change in her weather
She is simply define by a lack of noise
By the clarity of the air
The ripening freshness
As green returns to the once Wintered land
Quiet doesn't claim any particular season
There isn't one element or another
That she aligns herself with
There is no vitriol to her presence
No pressing want of need given or asked for
She doesn't make any demands of any kind
She simply is.
When all the busy, all the over achieving
All the doing, the placating, the perfecting
the absoluting, the info gathering, and chatter
Stops
Quiet arrives in her not-very-fancy attire
She's really quite naked, vulnerable
Unimpressive might be what some think
As she seems small and lacking in personality
With nothing at all to say. Not a word
Not a thought, emptiness, a void
That's when I know she's here
In the stillness, the silence
Sitting next to me, in me
Quiet is the most tender part
of my heart, a deep well of waiting
Every answer I ever needed to know
arrives in her eternal presence.
copyright. jeanne adwani

Make mention of the new normal
Thinking that there ever really has been
A normal
A relativity decided by whomever is talking
from the lens of their perspective
we're all talking
LIfe's axis is making a big shift
A quantum move, a flow with or not
You decide how you will shift
Never think that Mother Earth will Not win
Her lung power far surpasses all of us combined
What's essential will win
There is NO normal in any of our days
We made up what we thought we needed
Illusions made safe our days
What is the essential left when all is surrendered?
Habitualized rituals laid waste to what was
And our very breath is surrendered
~ copyright. jeanne adwani

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